C133 Fighting a Bloody Battle

Gao Mu's gaze fixed on Seventh Uncle's short knife as it shimmered with a chilling light, causing a twinge of pain in his own hand.

"This is no ordinary short knife," Gao Mu thought to himself.

If it were just a regular short knife, Gao Mu might not be able to snap it with a single punch, but he would at least expect to leave a mark. Yet